Wow that looks fabulous. We are going to Crete for 2 weeks in July to Rethymnon....hiring a car so that beach may well be worth a visit! :thumbup:Originally Posted by Stolly
South west Crete is best I think; where'd you go? Elafanisos on the south west tip when I went there (a few years ago now) was one of the most beautiful and unspoilt beaches I have ever seen. I hope to god its still the same.
That is beautiful Oneoffpoet and will no doubt bring your wife to tears of joy when she reads it!Hello Fell Poets!
I've been working away of late and it's taken ages to catch up with this thread (pretty much the only one i read now despite being back to racing again after injury). Some lovely stuff, very pleased to see Cohen get a look in
Working away from home and being a new father (2 months in now!!) plus the impending arrival of my wife's first Mother's Day as a mum (which she's very excited about) has resulted in some creative stirrings in a non-fellrunning direction, namely motherhood/parenthood etc. I've been fascinated to see how our daughter responds to us, esp her mother and so have had a go at a poem written from baby daughter to mum...
Who are you?
I don't know your name
or anything about you
But I know you more
than anyone could hope to
I don't know your past
The world that saw you born
But I can feel the love that flows between us
keep us warm
I don't know your ways
Your tastes or favourite colour
But I know you're the one
that matters more than any other
I don't know your dreams
The things you want to do
But I can feel your spirit
And you can feel mine too
I don't know your name
I don't know what I am called
But I know you are my mother
I know you are my worldHope all is going well with your new arrival and you are managing some sleep!
I travelled in Hania province and stayed in Palaichora and ventured out from there. You could walk all day and only see farmers if you made the effort to get away from the honeypots.
[QUOTE=Stolly;402211]South west Crete is best I think; where'd you go? Elafanisos on the south west tip when I went there (a few years ago now) was one of the most beautiful and unspoilt beaches I have ever seen. I hope to god its still the same.QUOTE]
OneOff, I agree with MG, this is really lovely and I suspect your wife is going to be moved to tears. I don't have children but I can empathise with how magical the first mothers/fathers day must be and this is a really beautiful way of marking it.
Hello Fell Poets!
I've been working away of late and it's taken ages to catch up with this thread (pretty much the only one i read now despite being back to racing again after injury). Some lovely stuff, very pleased to see Cohen get a look in
Working away from home and being a new father (2 months in now!!) plus the impending arrival of my wife's first Mother's Day as a mum (which she's very excited about) has resulted in some creative stirrings in a non-fellrunning direction, namely motherhood/parenthood etc. I've been fascinated to see how our daughter responds to us, esp her mother and so have had a go at a poem written from baby daughter to mum...
Who are you?
I don't know your name
or anything about you
But I know you more
than anyone could hope to
I don't know your past
The world that saw you born
But I can feel the love that flows between us
keep us warm
I don't know your ways
Your tastes or favourite colour
But I know you're the one
that matters more than any other
I don't know your dreams
The things you want to do
But I can feel your spirit
And you can feel mine too
I don't know your name
I don't know what I am called
But I know you are my mother
I know you are my world
That's sweet Stef.
You have faith!
Nite nite sleep tite it's time for bed
pillow beckons my sleepy head
god bless sweet dreams and all that stuff
and here's to big dog stuffed with fluff
lights out eyes closed counting sheep
and god bless little dog quiet now not a peep
right left bob graham counting stairs
and god bless donkey all smiles no cares
long dog watches from his bedside seat
with wee lamb tucked up nice and neat
Watch me keep me safe oh stuffed gang of mine
Until suns up and the new day is fine
A load of nonsence I know!
Paleochora is lovely, although like a lot of Crete very windy at times. You can catch the boat from there to Elafanissos which is just along the coast. Or if you feel like a run catch the boat the other way to Agia Roumelli and run first all the way up and then all the way back down the Samaria Gorge in 40 degree heat
i liked it too...and am in awe! good luck stef!You have faith!
Nite nite sleep tite it's time for bed
pillow beckons my sleepy head
god bless sweet dreams and all that stuff
and here's to big dog stuffed with fluff
lights out eyes closed counting sheep
and god bless little dog quiet now not a peep
right left bob graham counting stairs
and god bless donkey all smiles no cares
long dog watches from his bedside seat
with wee lamb tucked up nice and neat
Watch me keep me safe oh stuffed gang of mine
Until suns up and the new day is fine
A load of nonsence I know!
One off your poem is beautiful...there is something magical about the non verbal communication between mum and baby, and that sense that they just "know" each other, enjoy youir special time it'll be over quick!
ps stolly, those pictures of unspoilt beaches are really depressing me from my office! :-( one day :-)
Last edited by freckle; 30-03-2011 at 12:53 PM.
I know, I know...it's a bit soppy but hey Spring is nt'air and the countryside and fells have gone wild with 'pairings'!
INVISIBLE KISSES
by Lemn Sissay
If there was ever one
Whom when you were sleeping
Would wipe your tears
When in dreams you were weeping;
Who would offer you time
When others demand;
Whose love lay more infinite
Than grains of sand.
If there was ever one
To whom you could cry;
Who would gather each tear
And blow it dry;
Who would offer help
On the mountains of time;
Who would stop to let each sunset
Soothe the jaded mind.
If there was ever one
To whom when you run
Will push back the clouds
So you are bathed in sun;
Who would open arms
If you would fall;
Who would show you everything
If you lost it all.
If there was ever one
Who when you achieve
Was there before the dream
And even then believed;
Who would clear the air
When it's full of loss;
Who would count love
Before the cost.
If there was ever one
Who when you are cold
Will summon warm air
For your hands to hold;
Who would make peace
In pouring pain,
Make laughter fall
In falling rain.
If there was ever one
Who can offer you this and more;
Who in keyless rooms
Can open doors;
Who in open doors
Can see open fields
And in open fields
See harvests yield.
Then see only my face
In the reflection of these tides
Through the clear water
Beyond the river side.
All I can send is love
In all that this is
A poem and a necklace
Of invisible kisses.
Am Yisrael Chai
This is a Wordsworth poem about the Borrowdale Fraternal Four - who are not a bunch of friendly fell runners - but a cluster of ancient yews. This poem was cited on the ancient trees web site set up by the Woodland trust.
Here goes :
Wordsworth’s poem “Yew Trees” – composed in 1803.
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore:
Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands
Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched
To Scotland’s heaths; or those that crossed the sea
And drew their sounding bows at Azincour,
Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers.
Of vast circumference and gloom profound
This solitary Tree! - a living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed But worthier still of note
Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale,
Joined in one solemn and capacious grove;
Huge trunks! - and each particular trunk a growth
Of intertwisted fibres serpentine
Up-coiling and inveterately convolved, -
Nor uniformed with Phantasy, and looks
That threaten the prophane; -a pillared shade,
Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue,
By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged
Perennially - beneath whose sable roof
Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked
With unrejoicing berries, ghostly Shapes
May meet at noontide - Fear and trembling Hope,
Silence and Foresight - Death and the Skeleton
And Time the Shadow, - there to celebrate,
As in a natural temple scattered o’er
With altars undisturbed of mossy stone,
United worship; or in mute repose
To lie, and listen to the mountain flood
Murmuring from Glaramara’s inmost caves.
[QUOTE=freckle;402264]i liked it too...and am in awe! good luck stef!QUOTE]
Thanks for the good luck Freckle. Hold back the awe though, I'm not sure I'm worthy of it!
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